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Subject: {ASSM} Kids of the Neighborhood (6)
Date: Sun, 30 Dec 2001 23:10:06 -0500
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KIDS OF THE NEIGHBORHOOD
by Varangian

Chapter Six

Sleeping with the Enemy



"It's about time, Red.  I was ready to go home."  Begley removed his hat
and placed it on the desk.  "Did you get the kids back to their
families?"

"Yeah, Sheriff.  I'm surprised the parents weren't more upset.  They
acted as though their children had just been off on a lark."

"But it's more serious than that, isn't it?"  Begley sat in his chair
and leaned forward across the desk.

"Jesus!  They said they were shot at, that two people are dead."
Cartwright paced the floor.

"But you have no evidence, right?"  Begley leaned back with fingers
steepled under his chin.  "Lois, Ms. Schneider, was in here a while ago.
She didn't actually complain about you, but said you approached her with
a drawn gun."

"What would you do, Sheriff.?  The kids had just told me about a
murder."

"Jack Spellman."

"Right.  And Rick confessed to killing a man in self defense during a
shoot out in the field."

Begley grunted and leaned forward on the desk again.  "Where're the
bodies, Red?"

"They're gone," he replied sheepishly.  "When I went out to check around
that sewer opening some of Lois' men were just leaving.  They didn't
have the bodies.  And I couldn't find any traces of blood in this rain."

"I suppose you didn't find any shell casings either."  Begley raised his
head to look directly at the deputy then shrugged his shoulders as if to
dismiss the entire matter.

"So?" Cartwright complained.  "What are we going to do?  Let them get
away with it?"

"Let who get away with what?"

"The kids claim they had been molested.  I found Molly and her brother
naked."

"That must have been a pretty sight."  The sheriff leered at him.  "So
you found them playing naughty, and they concocted a story to protect
themselves."

"Jesus Christ, Sheriff!  At least we can charge them with breaking and
entering."

"Who?  The kids?  If you mean Landau's people, I've already told you I'm
not going to fuck with him."

"What about Jack Spellman then?  He's missing and the kids say he was
shot."

Begley rose and retrieved his hat from the desktop.  "Jack is a runaway
and the kids have an overworked imagination.  Let's leave it at that,
Red.  I'm going home to supper."

"That's it?" Cartwright exclaimed angrily.  "We're going to ignore the
entire business?"

"Exactly, Red.  Back to peace and quiet and writing traffic tickets."
Begley gave his deputy a wink and left the office.


* * *


"What do you have in mind?" the large man asked.

Sergei lay on the bed clothed except for his shoes.  The motel room had
a bad smell, but it was the best available in that remote township.

"You mean about that deputy?"

Lois took another glimpse in the mirror then turned to the Russian who
looked at her longingly.  He realized she was not available to him that
evening.

"Yes!  Cartwright!" Sergei barked.  "He knows everything and he's not
under control like the sheriff.  What are we going to do?  The kids are
back in their houses and this cop is running loose."

He swung his feet off the bed and sat up.  Lois stroked his jowly cheek
fleetingly then turned again to the large mirror on the closet door.

"We have a problem, Sergei," she said quietly as she fussed with her
hair.  "Those kids are out of our reach now."

"And the deputy?"  The Russian stood to straighten the woman's collar
with his thick fingers.  "We could whack him then find a way to finesse
the children's' story."

"I haven't made up my mind about him yet," she stated firmly without
turning, looking at his reflection in the mirror.  "But there's really
no point in killing him."

"Hah!" the man exclaimed, embracing her from behind, his palms finding
her generous breasts.  "You're going to try him on for size.  Is that
it?  I'm sure you'll enjoy yourself, but what do you plan to tell
Landau?"

Lois shook herself free and turned to him.  "That pervert!  We could
suggest he keep his fly zippered!" she said angrily.

Sergei rolled his eyes in feigned dismay and asked smoothly, "Do you
intend to leave him?  He won't let you go, you understand.  You know too
much."

"I refuse to be his assassin!" the woman shouted.  She calmed somewhat
and added, "Maybe I just won't go back.  I've saved a little money. I
could hide someplace comfortable."

The man palmed her cheeks.  "He'll send me to look for you, you know,"
he almost whispered.

"Would you shoot me, Sergei?" she asked coyly like a school girl, a hand
on his chest.

"Perhaps not at first," he replied with a grin.


* * *


Lois stood with a cute smile brightening her intriguing face when
Cartwright opened the door to her knock.

"I really didn't expect you," he said, eyeing her suspiciously.  "Why
did you come?"

"Won't you let me in, Red?  It's drizzly out here."

He stood aside for her in unspoken invitation.

"I came to visit," she said in answer to his question after she entered
the house and he closed the door behind her.  "I'll be leaving tomorrow
and I want to say good-bye."

"Is that necessary?  We scarcely know each other."

"To tell the truth, Red, we don't know each other at all, but," she
cocked her head slyly, "that could change if you like."

Cartwright became quite irritated at the woman's presumption and it
showed on his face.  "You know,' he growled, "I suspect the worst of
you."

"Yes, I understand.  Would you feel more comfortable if I confirmed your
suspicions, all of them?"

"You didn't come here to confess," he scoffed.

`No, not at all.  I won't admit to anything, but you're free to consider
me guilty.  I won't protest, nor will I challenge even your direst
assumptions."

"You murdered a child and you tried to kill three more just to protect
the reputation of a rich queer who rapes young boys!"  His hands shook
in outrage.

"That's rather awful, isn't it?"  She retained her pleasant smile.

"Then you admit it!"  He fumed, finding her placid continence
infuriating.

"As I said, Red, I admit to nothing.  That would be foolish of me, don't
you think?"

He glared at her with clenched fists.

"Can't you put this behind us for the evening, Red, and just consider me
a desirable woman?"

"How could I overlook what you've done?"

"As easily as I can forget for a while that you're a cop."  She looked
at him expectantly.

He unclenched his fist and seemed to relax somewhat.  His eyes wandered
briefly to the feminine bulge in her denim jacket.

"Will you offer me a drink, Red?"

"You came here to fuck," he stated blankly.

"Of course I did.  Why else?  I don't often run across a guy as
attractive as you, and I'm hardly a shrinking violet."

He shook his bemused head slightly and turned to the cupboard.  "I have
Scotch and vodka," he said over his shoulder.

"Scotch neat, if you don't mind."

She sat on the couch and crossed her long legs as Cartwright pour two
generous portions into water glasses.  He returned with them and sat
beside her.

He raised his glass.  "To a romantic evening," he announced cynically.

She clinked hers against his but protested, "I'm not your sweetheart,
Red.  We needn't talk about romance."

"Just fucking, eh?"

"Yes, that certainly.  We're both horny.  But we can also play like
adults beforehand, don't you think?"

"No kissing, I suppose," he sneered, intending the remark to be an
insult.

"On the contrary!  I love kissing large, handsome men.  Surely you don't
think of me as a whore!"

"I don't know what to think, Lois."  He took a large swallow of his
drink and seemed to slump in defeat.

"Consider me a playmate, Red."  Without a sip she placed her glass on a
side table.

He finished his whiskey and did likewise.  He then reached over and
pulled aside a corner of the unbuttoned jacket to reveal the bulge of
her right breast beneath the white blouse.  He touched the softness
deftly with his finger tips.

"No bra tonight, Red.  They don't sag, although they're large enough for
you, I'm sure."

"Yes," he murmured and cupped the nearest one with a hand

The unsavory woman aroused him.  He stared at her pale face that
contrasted agreeably with her short cropped, raven hair.  "Do you have
dark nipples?"

"You'll soon know," she said softly, her face almost touching his.

She kissed him soundly.  After a moment's hesitation he took her into
his arms and responded with a wild passion.

Before long she inched from his embrace.  "There, you see.  I do enjoy
kissing.  But I'd like it even more if we were naked."

He fumbled with the buttons of her blouse.  He thought only of fucking.

"Start with my shoes and socks," she suggested in a husky voice.

He knelt before her, held up each ankle in turn and slipped off her
loafers then her anklets.  She had dainty feet.  Her jeans were next.
He eased them over her raised butt and slowly pulled them from her long
legs.  He buried his face in the soft thighs.

"You smell sweet," he said in a muffled voice.

"I just bathed," she responded seductively, "in case you want to eat
me."

"Yes!" he growled and yanked her panties off, getting them caught for a
moment on her right foot.

"You needn't be too gentle, Red," she gasped in excited expectation of
tongue, lips and teeth.

He placed her feet on the couch, spread her legs and rushed his head
between her slender thighs.  He was indeed ungentle.  His teeth did most
of the work, although he also sucked hard on her prominent clit hood.
She was wet and fragrant.  Her moaning and yelps soon gave way to an
ecstatic shout.  He knew when to stop.

"That was magnificent, Red," she panted when he leaned back on his
heels.  "I'll try to match it with your cock in my mouth."

They both stood.  He removed her jacket and blouse to reveal the
promised unsagging breasts that were large enough for him.  He leaned
his head forward to suck a dark nipple.

She seemed calm as she stood naked before him.  "Let me undress you, big
guy," she cooed, and she did so with a slow deliberateness.  His tented
shorts were last.

"Do you have there what I suspect?" she exclaimed eagerly and pulled
them down.  "Oh, yes!  Please, sit down.  I want to measure it.  Do you
have a tape?"

He motioned to a kitchen drawer with an amused grin on his face.  He was
proud of his large cock.  She was up and back in an instant.

"They rarely grow this big," she panted and began to assay his turgid
member.  "Nearly eight inches! And six around!  You could hurt a girl
with this, Red."

"But not you."

"No, Red, certainly not me.  But you can do me hard and try for pain.  I
think you'd enjoy that considering your opinion of me."

"You'd like it?"

"Sometimes."  She looked up at him sheepishly.  "But first I'll suck
you.  I promised you that."

Her mouth stretched tightly over the end of the large cock which did not
allow her to do much with her lips.  But her hands were busy on shaft
and balls, and her tongue worked furiously on the underside of his cock
head.  He could not endure it for long.

"Oh, Christ, here it comes!" he shouted and held her head with both
hands.

Spurt after thick, glorious spurt flooded the woman's mouth, but she did
not pull away until his body sagged in relaxation.  She then raised her
head and opened her mouth.  Semen oozed out and drooled down her chin.
She squeezed out some more with pressed lips.  Finally, she swallowed
the residue.

"I'm on a diet."  She giggled uncharacteristically like a young girl.

"Here,' Cartwright said, offering her the unsipped glass of whiskey,
"wash it down."

She finished the drink in two gulps. "Let's have another," she
suggested, handing him the empty glass.  She wiped her face with her
panties.

He went to the counter and poured two more.  Returning, he sat beside
her with the drinks.  "That was fun," he remarked, handing her one.

"The night is still young, Red.  The best part is yet to come."  She
held his flaccid cock in her palm.  "Remarkable," she murmured.  "It
must be six inches even when it's soft.  How many shots are left in it?"

"Maybe four, if we space it right."

"Don't brag, Red.  I'll settle for three.  Do you have a large bed?"
She swallowed her drink.

"King size.  Do you want to try it out?"

"Let's go," she answered and stood.

She walked toward the bedroom.  Cartwright gazed hungrily at her pert
buttocks, slender thighs and narrow waist.  His cock began to stir.  He
joined her.

Snuggled in the spacious bed, they kissed and fondled each other in
seeming affection.  He was surprised by her submissiveness, although she
was by no means passive.

"You like the guy on top, don't you?"

"Only with special ones, Red, only with guys like you.  I want you to
take me like a young girl, but don't be too gentle.  I'm a screamer.
Hit me hardest when I get really loud."

He rolled between her outspread legs, supported himself on his elbows
and cradled her head with his hands.  They kissed as she guided his cock
to the opening.  The swollen head of it popped through and he penetrated
her slowly, inch by inch.

"Oh, god!  Red!  What are you doing to me?"

"It feels so good, doesn't it?"

"Fuck in long strokes," she gasped.  "I want to feel it go in and out."

He gave it to her like that, long, slow strokes.  He savored the feel of
her slick tightness on his cock.  She stirred beneath him.  Her hands
clung to his upper arms.  She groaned slightly.

"Faster now," she urged him.

He quickened the tempo and her noises increased.  He resolved to fuck
the woman silly.  The louder she moaned and gasped, the quicker and
harder he stroked.  She began to roll her head back and forth.  He
grinned at the sight of it.  She wailed briefly.  A small one, he
thought, and he increased the force of his thrusts.  She scratched his
upper arms and shoulders in her growing excitement and cried out.

"Oh, god!" she screamed.

He exerted himself like an athlete.  He pumped rapidly in hard thrusts
until she yelled uncontrollably and her body went suddenly rigid.  He
continued the effort for a brief while, but soon realized she was spent.
He slowed to gain his own pleasure.

"It's my turn now," he murmured against her lips.

He concentrated on the tightness that held his shaft as he fucked again
in long, slow strokes.  She looked with a small smile into his
determined face.  Their noses almost touched.

"I feel it coming."  He quickened the thrusts.

"It's all for you now," she said clearly and kissed his lips.

His cock erupted with a surge of glorious pleasure, squirt after squirt
until he pressed his stomach tightly to hers in conclusion.

After a moment he whispered into her ear, "Sleeping with the enemy has
its rewards."




* * *


"The entire business out here has been a fiasco."  Lois took another
sip.

It was the middle of the night.  They sat on the couch in the small
living room that was dimly lit from outside by the light of a street
lamp.  They had just finished their third fuck, an agreeable session of
passionless pleasure, and both knew they would go back for more before
dawn.  The whiskey was gone.  They drank vodka.

"How's that?" Red asked.  "Because you killed a child or because you
failed to murder three more?"

His fingers toyed with her nearby inner thigh that was still moist from
his excretions.. Guilt loitered in the back of his mind.  It could not
come forward and guide his actions or his thoughts, because he was
enthralled by the woman's presence, her intelligence and physical
allure.  He was also slightly drunk.

"I'm not a professional killer," she responded, ignoring his scornful
question.  "Until this assignment my job had been looking after Landau's
personal safety and especially providing him with young boys."

"So you procured kids for the queer's pleasure.  That's hardly an
edifying career path."

"I thought I could rise in his organization, if I showed some
initiative, if I demonstrated a readiness to go to any lengths."  She
scowled.  "But now it's evident that in this case he doesn't need such a
level of protection.  The unsubstantiated stories of children don't pose
any danger to him.."

"Even if the stories are true?"

"Yeah.  The only danger comes from adults who might believe them."

"Like me."  Cartwright sat up and removed the playful hand from her leg.

She examined his face intently.  "I came here to kill you, Red, but I
changed my mind.  Does that shock you?"

She confessed her recent intent soberly but with a clear, strong voice
that contained no hint of apology.

"How did you expect to accomplish that?"  He slowly rose to his feet.

He had never believed she came to the house just to fuck.  Hours before
he had concealed his gun under the mattress when she was in the
bathroom.

"Why bother to explain it."  She shrugged and sounded annoyed.  "The
fact is nobody had to be killed, not after we recruited Sheriff Begley.
I should have realized it earlier, but as I've already said, I'm not a
professional in such matters."

"What did he cost you?"

Cartwright did not try to conceal his bitter anger, but it was directed
more at Begley than at her.

"A captaincy in the state police and command of the post near here.  But
you won't be the next sheriff."

"I'd be too dangerous, wouldn't I."

The woman's utter confidence made him feel like an complete, impotent
fool.

"Absolutely.  As sheriff you could reopen the case.  In fact you're too
dangerous to remain as a deputy.  That's why you'll have to resign."

"Resign?"  He snorted derisively.  "I suppose you could ease me out by
framing me for something.  Perhaps a charge of statutory rape, although
I doubt Molly would cooperate with you."

"Molly?  Is sex with a young girl the first thing that comes to mind,
Red?  I'm surprised.  I thought you were the sort of guy who preferred
fucking grown women.  But, no.  I was thinking of a drug possession
charge.  That would be so easy to arrange."

"I should beat the shit out of you!"  He shouted loudly in a voice
slurred by too much alcohol.

"It'd be a tough fight, Red.  I might even win.  But it would serve no
purpose.  This business is over."

"You expect me to walk away, don't you?  You assume I'm powerless."

"But you are, Red.  You're quite alone. I'd rather you not walk away,
though.  We're going to develop that property, and there's a place for
you in the operation."

"You're offering me a job?"  Cartwright almost screamed in outraged
incredulity as he teetered in front of her with clenched fists.

"I haven't mentioned the fringe benefits," she responded casually,
taking hold of his flaccid cock.

"I should rape you in the ass!"

"That would hurt, Red.  Is that what you want to do?"

She got to her feet and leaned her naked body against his.  His cock
began to rise.

"If so, be gentle this time," she whispered and pulled him by the hand
toward the bedroom.

Lois crawled upon the bed and lay face down.  Red, sitting beside her,
ran a hand up and down the nearby thigh before he poked a finger at her
anus.

"You aren't going to do it dry, are you?" she asked with evident concern
in her voice.

"I don't have any Vaseline," he growled.

He was suddenly upon her, pushing her legs apart with his knees.  She
leaned up on her elbows and tried desperately to escape, but his weight
held her down.  The cock pushed painfully at her ass hole.

"Christ, man!  At least use some butter!"  She was in a panic.

The cock head pried at her tight sphincter, but it did not penetrate.
Instead, the shaft, quickly losing its firmness, bent.  He rolled off
her to lie on his back.

"I'm really not in the mood," he mumbled drunkenly.

"Thank god for that!" she exclaimed and enfolded his softening member.
"As I said before, you could hurt a girl with this thing.  Do you want
me to suck you?"

His response was a deep snore.


* * *


"What is she doing here?" Molly exclaimed at the top of her voice,
retreating a step backward toward the door that Cartwright had just
closed behind her.

"So you're Molly," Lois remarked with seeming disinterest.  "I don't
recognize you with your clothes on."

The grown woman sat at the kitchen table clad in her blouse and panties.
She regarded the half grown one with a quizzical smile.  It was just
after dawn.  Cartwright had opened the back door to the girl's knock.

"What's she doing here, Red?" Molly asked again, this time in a
plaintive voice.

She stood anxiously beside the man who wore just tight underpants at
which a flaccid cock bulged dramatically.

"I think it's rather obvious why I'm here, little one," the woman said
with a false sweetness.

She stood and Molly cringed behind Cartwright's bulk.

"We spent the night fucking, and I can tell you that Red is a real stud.
But then, I'm sure you'll find that out for yourself before long."  Lois
casually scratched an upper thigh.

"You killed Jack and you tried to kill us too!" Molly screamed at her.

Lois dismissed the girl's shrill accusation with a shrug of her
shoulders.  "That's all in the past.  You kids are no longer on my
agenda."  She turned and went into the bedroom.

"Is it true what she said?" Molly hissed at Cartwright.  "Did you have
sex with that murderer?"

He cringed slightly, but not entirely from a sense of guilt.  He had a
hangover, and the two females annoyed him.  He wanted to return to bed
and sleep until noon.

"Well?  Is it true?"

Molly was highly incensed.  She stood with arms akimbo in front of the
man who loomed over her.

He grinned at her weakly.  "How can I deny it?  We behaved like animals
last night."

"And you enjoyed it, didn't you!"

"Really, Molly!  A man can't avoid enjoying sex with an attractive woman
But then, you wouldn't know about that yet."

"I'm not a virgin, Red!  I'm no longer just a kid!  And I obviously have
better taste than you in choosing my sex partners."

The fuming girl was clearly jealous.  Cartwright realized that
immediately and found it somehow cute.  He could not imagine that she
had more than the skimpiest experience with sex.

Lois came from the bedroom fully clothed.  "I have to go now, Red," she
said and walked to the back door.  "I'll keep in touch."

She opened the door and left without a glance at Molly or another word
to Cartwright.  She closed it behind her.

"You don't plan to arrest her, do you?"  Molly sneered at the man in a
superior manner.

"But there's no evidence of a crime," he replied with his arms spread in
exasperated helplessness.  "It's just your word against hers, and the
sheriff doesn't want to be bothered."

Molly opened her mouth to say something but restrained herself.  She
stared at Cartwright's briefs that stretched noticeably over his
impressive apparatus.  He became uncomfortable under her gaze and sat at
the table.

"So it's over?  She's gotten away with it?"

He nodded his head without a word.  Molly sat down across the table from
him.

"What did she mean, I would find out?" she asked in seeming innocence.

"Find out about what?"

"About you being a stud."

Cartwright blushed slightly.  "She was just talking nasty, Molly.  She's
a nasty woman."

The girl stared into his eyes until he was obliged to lower his head.

"I'll be fifteen in a few months," she said quietly and rose from the
chair.  "And I can be as nasty as she, if that's the kind of woman you
prefer."

Cartwright did not know how to respond to her obvious invitation.  She
did not wait for a response in any case, because she walked to the door,
opened it and left the house.  He stood and went to the open door to
gaze at her retreating figure.  When she was half way across the back
yard she looked over her shoulder at him with an incongruous grin on her
small face.


* * *


Sheriff Begley had already left for home when Cartwright arrived at the
station for his stint on the four to midnight shift.  He knew he would
be forced to resign very shortly, perhaps the next day, but he did not
ponder the consequences.  He could only think about Molly and her
unambiguous offer of a sexual relationship.  She was too young,
jailbait, he thought, and he supposed she wanted more than a casual
affair.  Still, he felt a powerful, physical desire for her as well as a
troubling affection.

He went about his usual business of writing traffic tickets for speeding
motorist on the highway until it was nearly dusk.  Then he began to
patrol the small township that was his responsibility and especially the
neighborhood where Molly lived.  The third time he passed by her house
he saw her standing on the sidewalk as if waiting for him.  It was
nearly dark.

"You're being very obvious, Red," she said after he stopped the car and
she leaned through the open window of the passenger side.

"I wanted to see you again," he responded like a love struck school boy.
"Can you stay out?"

"Maybe for an hour," she replied and climbed into the car.

For a few moments they sat apart on the front seat without speaking.  He
could see her only dimly.  He finally put the car in motion and drove
off in the direction of the highway.

"Where are we going?" she asked casually.

"Does it matter?  We could just drive around, or . . or would you like
to go up Stearns Trail?"

She turned to face him, bringing one bare leg up onto the seat.  "Yes,
up Stearns Trail," she replied in a very quiet voice.

He looked at her, at the knee and adolescent thigh next to him, at the
modest bulge in her blouse, at her pretty young face.  Saliva filled his
mouth.  He entered the highway and drove several hundred yards to
Stearns Trail where he slowed the car and bumped onto the rutted track.
After several minutes he pulled the car behind a clump of sumac bushes
that in the dark would conceal them even from passing vehicles.

Cartwright turned off the head lights and the engine.  He felt
emboldened, because it was so dark, because he could not see her face.
He placed his large hand on her smooth, soft thigh just above the knee.
The thought of her youthful freshness excited him no less than the
illicit touch.  The silence was broken only by sounds of crickets and
his heavy breathing.  He slowly moved trembling fingers further up the
exquisite flesh to the hem of her shorts.  Fearful caution then overcame
his lust and he removed the hand quickly.

"You may touch me, if you like, Red," she said calmly.  "I'm ready for
anything."

Her small voice sounded so young to him.  He hesitated with his hand
raised.

"I want to, Molly, but perhaps I shouldn't."  His voice quavered.

"No one will see you," she responded with a smiling tone.  "Even I can't
see you in the dark."

She sat straight on the seat and moved close to him.  Their shoulders
touched.

"Do you want to start with kissing?  We've done that before."  She spoke
clearly, but he sensed her nervousness.

He palmed a cheek gently and lowered his head to kiss her lips.  She
responded eagerly, moving forward slightly to allow him to place his arm
around her.  Their kissing became passionate in that embrace.  When he
stroked her bare upper arm, his wrist brushed against a small breast.
He felt the hardness of a nipple graze his skin.  He moved his hand to
cup that breast lightly as they continued to kiss.

"You're so soft," he murmured against her lips while his fingers fumbled
at the buttons of her blouse.

"I wish I had larger boobs for you, Red," she sighed.

He inserted his hand into the open blouse and caressed her immature tit.
They resumed kissing as he fondled her.

After a few moments he returned the hand to her leg high up near the hem
of her shorts.  Again he hesitated.

"I want you to touch me there, Red.  I'd enjoy it."  She sounded
aroused.

Without a word he unsnapped the shorts and pulled the zipper down.  She
helped him remove the garment and pushed it down past her knees.  Her
inner thighs were warm and slightly sweaty.  Her panties were moist at
the groin.  She moved excitedly against his probing fingers.

"Take those off too!" she gasped.

It was quickly done.  He breathed nervously into her ear as he explored
with thick, trembling fingers, two of which he eased into her slick
tightness to confirm she was not a virgin.

"Oh!" she gasped when he penetrated about three inches.  "Do something,
please!" she implored.  "You know how."

They resumed kissing as he masturbated her with a thumb, fingers still
inserted.  She began to squirm and moan into his mouth with a growing
intensity until she uttered a small cry.  Her body went rigid.  Her
thighs captured his hand tightly.  After a slight shudder she relaxed
and leaned her head against his shoulder.

"That was so nice, Red," she sighed.

She placed a hand on his thigh.  Her fingers touched a large hardness
beneath his trousers which she then palmed and squeezed lightly.
Cartwright breathed excitedly through nostrils as he fumbled with his
zipper.  Giggling nervously, she helped him pull down the trousers along
with his under pants.  Her small hand found his throbbing cock.

"It's huge!" she exclaimed loudly.

Her fingers encompassed scarcely half of the fat member which she pumped
a couple of times before palming its swollen, oozing head.

"Will it fit?" she wondered in a low, quaky voice.

Cartwright, who had already become highly aroused before the touch of
Molly's exploring hand, felt a warning tingle.

"Christ!" he exclaimed.  "I'm going to shoot!"

She immediately repositioned her hand on the shaft and began to pump
furiously.  He covered the hand with his own to regulate the
stimulation, a whiny grunt accompanying the first tremendous spurt that
was followed by two more.  They did not see the spectacle, because of
the darkness, but they felt semen splash against their bare legs and
wrists.

"What a mess," Molly remarked, again with a nervous giggle  "Let's go
into the field," she added brightly.  "It's too cramped in here, you
know."

Cartwright frowned.  The orgasm had diminished his previous eagerness to
fuck the delightful piece of jail bait.  "We can't do that, Molly," he
objected.  "I'm still on duty and have to stay near the radio."

"We wouldn't have to go far," she remarked sweetly and kissed his cheek,
her slimy hand still holding the man's cock which had softened but not
shrunk appreciably.

He remained silent.  After a moment she sat straight in the seat and
moved inches away from him.

"You don't want me, do you?" she exclaimed suddenly with some
bitterness.  "You're still thinking about that horrible woman!"

"You're very young, Molly."

"I'm not so young.  Your fingers found that out!"

He pulled her to him.  "I don't have a rubber," he said urgently.  "I
wasn't expecting this."

"That's just an excuse.  Do you have any at your house?"

He held the girl while shaking his head in frustration.

Molly broke the embrace and sat up straight.  "Take me home now," she
said abruptly in a angry voice.

He was prepared to argue with the girl but he really did not know what
to say.  He knew instinctively that when his lust returned he would want
to fuck her regardless of the risk. For the moment, however, he dared
not promise her anything, and she had clearly lost her earlier fervor.
He pulled up his trousers in silence and started the car.  Molly put her
clothes in order as the vehicle thumped onto Stearns Trail to head back
toward the highway.  When they passed under a street light, he could see
the disappointment in her face.  After a few silent minutes they were
again in front of her house.

When the car stopped she immediately opened the door and moved to leave,
but he took hold of her arm.

"I'm really sorry, Molly," he pleaded.  "I do want you very much, but
now is not the time for it.  Could we meet tomorrow?"

She shook her arm free and exited the car without an answer.  Cartwright
sighed wistfully and watched her hurry to the front door and enter the
house.


* * *


When she came into the house Molly saw her dad snoozing on the couch in
front of the muted television set.  From upstairs she heard the shower
running as her mother evidently prepared for bed.  She went into the
kitchen where Chuck was fixing a snack of bread and jelly.

"Where have you been?" he asked as he licked sweet stickiness from his
fingers.

"With Red," she grumbled.  "The guy didn't have a rubber!  Can you
imagine that?"

Chuck was appalled.  "Did you do it without . . .?"

"No, no, of course not.  But he got me all excited before he admitted
it.  I don't know what he was thinking."

"Are you still excited?"  Chuck leered at his sister.  "Ricky and I are
going to sneak out later.  Do you want to come?"

She gazed at him with a sly expression.  "I'll sneak out," she admitted,
"but I have unfinished business with Red.  You wouldn't believe the size
of that guy's cock.  You'll have to give me a couple of rubbers."

"No way!" her brother protested indignantly.  "Let him get his own."

"I've been nice to you, Chucky, just this afternoon in fact.  Now I'm
asking for a big favor."

She glared at him like an exasperated older sister.  He returned an
angry look, but just for a couple of seconds.  He understood he had no
choice in the matter, not if he expected to continue fucking her.

"This better not become a regular thing," he said with a pout.  "He's
old enough to buy his own, you know."

"I just want him a single time, Chucky.  It's not like I have a crush on
the guy."

"Then you'll only need one rubber," he responded hopefully.

"Two," she insisted sternly.  "We'll probably do it twice in a row."

With a scowl Chuck placed his sandwich on the dish washer and left the
room.  She heard him bound up the stairs.  She thought through her plan,
such as it was, while awaiting his return.  She intended to sit on Red's
porch and surprise him when he got off shift.  She was confident he
would have no excuse this time.


End of Chapter 6.

Chapter 7 may take be delayed.

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